Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Home In the Blizzard

I love gypsy music and I always come back to it because it is so heart breaking
and keeps one grounded. to the heart and soul.
This song is about a Siberian man who was betrayed by his wife and is too proud to go back home.
He stays outside in the cold. while she sulks inside wanting more out of life than what she was getting.

In Montreal we had a restaurant where gypsies danced and sang while you enjoyed a candle light dinner.
I never understood anything they sang but you don't have to understand it.
The music speaks for itself.
My Spanish friend must have understood because she would sit teary eyed all night. lol

It inspired me to write the following .lol

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The Blizzard.

A frosty wind whispered over the plains
All white, speckled and splendid
It took your breath away

A golden man stood watching,
Hunched and in despair.
He walked out to touch it...
The rich, warm,
Swaying, yellow hay.

He walked out into the field
Following a blizzard storm
The holy host of ghosts
Covering the field that day.
He walked forsaken and heart broken
With no one left to care
He walked with arms so gently swaying
To meet the devil in his lair.

He walked, with eyes so clear and brilliant.
He walked alone and without fear,
His final entry into living, was by the
Gentle closing of the door.

As the blizzard swirled around him
Stronger, wilder, grew the beating of his heart
The powdery snow did not deter him
For he was home and free.

The howling wind blustered,
Bleated and beat his face with diamond grains
He saw his love in fractured memories
Buried, as life is, inside flames

It's empty now
No fire warms it
No hat hangs by the heavy, wooden door
No boots seen drying from a work day
No soul to fill the love filled home he knew

The home was buried, cold and lonely
The man was gone , a whisper in the wind
All that was left were powdery ashes
In a frosty speckled ,
Forsaken plain.